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Chapter 357 Wen Huai Inkstone

Fu Jie suddenly wanted to cry.

Young master... Where will the young master go...

If I had known that the young master was not completely controlled by Luo Qingyuan, he would not let him brainwash the young master if he killed Ke Wei. Now that the young master is lost, what should I do...

"My wife will kill me." Fu Jie looked blankly at the surface of the sea.

Ke Wei squatted aside: "Instead of thinking about whether your wife will kill you, why not think about how we can go back."

Fu Jie: "?"

Ke Wei: "The boat is gone, and I'm afraid there won't be another one in the future, and we don't have a mobile phone. Swim back?"

Fu Jie: "..."

……

Time flies, three years in a blink of an eye.

……

Song Yixi got out of the car stepping on high heels, and entered the best kindergarten in the city with a cold face.
Half an hour later, she came out with a small milk bag.

The little milk bag struggled violently, and said softly, "Don't touch me, who allowed you to touch me!"

Song Yixi slapped him hard on the buttocks and pushed him into the car.

As soon as he got in the car, the little milk bag climbed onto the seat, plunged into the pillow she put in the car, and pointed his little butt at her, ignoring others.

"Wen Huaiyan!" Song Yixi was very angry. Time had not left traces on her face, but instead made her look more feminine. At this moment, she blushed a little, looking at the villain with his butt pointed at her, pointing with his finger Pointed to him: "Okay, just wait for me."

Wen Huaiyan pricked up her ears, listening to her coming up from the other side, telling the driver: "Drive!"

He moved his butt, but his head was still puffed up and buried in the pillow.

The phone rang, and Song Yixi looked at Wen Huaiyan under pressure, then pressed the answer button, "Hello, brother?"

Wen Huaiyan was lying on the car, and the mud on her short legs rubbed against Song Yixi.

"Well, I picked him up...he's not injured." Song Yixi slapped his short legs away, and said angrily, "The one who got hurt is someone else! I'll go home soon, so come back too, I can't take care of it alone he."

Wen Huaiyan raised her head abruptly, her face blushed so beautifully and exquisitely, she said loudly, "Song Yixi! Why are you so good? You even called for help, you scoundrel!"

Song Yixi laughed angrily, and reached out to grab his ear: "What did you call me? Call me again."

Wen Huaiyan stared at her big dark eyes, and said confidently: "You don't care about me when I'm hurt, you abuse me, how can there be a mother like you in the world, you are not cute at all!"

"I don't need you to think I'm cute!" Song Yixi tugged at his ear: "What's wrong with you, kid Wang Jinlin, you hit him three times a week? Do you know that his nose is bleeding?"

"He deserves it!"

Song Yixi was about to be pissed off by him: "I think you have to clean up today!"

Seeing her fierce appearance, Wen Huaiyan shrunk his mouth, and immediately began to howl: "Little cabbage, ground yellow, two or three years old, no father..."

Song Yixi: "..." Okay, very good.

Wen Huaiyan was crying miserably, with tears hanging from his curly eyelashes, his pitiful appearance made one want to hold him in his arms immediately and comfort him.

Even the driver couldn't help turning his head around: "Young master knows he was wrong, miss, please forgive him."

Song Yixi was dizzy from his anger: "Wen Huaiyan, try pretending to cry again."

Wen Huaiyan glanced at her, and immediately increased the volume.

Crying all the way to the door of the house, he saw Pei Tingyan who had just got out of the car, pushed open the car door swiftly, ran over staggeringly, spread his arms, and said in his characteristic milky voice: "Uncle hold——"

(End of this chapter)